I am Tessa Gray, she said in a low, clear voice. And I believe in the importance of stories.
I have a story to tell you. It has many beginnings, and perhaps one ending. Perhaps not. Beginnings and endings are contingent things anyway; inventions, devices. Where does any story really begin? Th...
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I learn about how stories work for the same reason that soldiers learn how to strip a rifle.You should, too.
I look over at my hero shelf and see Philip Levine, Rainer Maria Rilke, Virginia Woolf, Shunryu Suzuki, Adrienne Rich, Pablo Neruda, Subcomandante Marcos, Eduardo Galeano, James Baldwin. These books a...
I make books because I love them as objects; because I want to put the pictures and the words together, because I want to tell a story.
I suppose the other thing too many forget is that we were all stories once, each and every one of us. And we remain stories. But too often we allow those stories to grow banal, or cruel or unconnected...
I think the best stories always end up being about the people rather than the event, which is to say character-driven.
I told her about school and how I sat on a wall there and felt stories and words move through me ...
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what couldI tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimati...
I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.
I watched the people passing below, each of them a story, each story part of somebody else's, all of it connected to the big story of the world. People weren't islands, so far as I was concerned. How...
I'm sorry to burden you,' she said. She felt like a crybaby.'What can we do with our stories,' he said, 'but tell them?
If every event which occurred could be given a name, there would be no need for stories.
If the story-tellers could ha' got decency and good morals from true stories, who'd have troubled to invent parables?
In the light, we read the inventions of others; in the darkness we invent our own stories.
It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a .
It's only a story.' As if such words made it less real. But I did not believe him even then, for stories were written down, and the words on the page were proof enough. Fixed and permanent in time, th...
Jesus was not a theologian. He was a God who told stories.
Khattam-Shud,' he said slowly, 'is the Arch-Enemy of all Stories, even of language itself. He is the Prince of Silence and the Foe of Speech. And because everything ends, because dreams end, stories e...
Looking back together, telling our stories to one another, we learn how to be on our own.
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